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There is a coruscating moment in Channel 4’s Fresh Meat in which
its wastrel student heroes react with incredulity when their Dutch
interloper informs them that she doesn’t drink. “But how do you have sex?”
they immediately inquire. “I just have sex,” she shrugs continentally to
collective shock and awe.

With stiff upper lips always our most tumescent feature, hammered shagging is
The British Way. In vino veritas and all that, or rather, in vino,
veritas can come euphemistically veiled. It amuses this column when
people ask how the sex was. As if any Brit worth their salt can recall.